Vacation is over. Or is it? It’s hard to do real work when play work (ie: flipping through shelter magazines) is sitting on my desk staring at me begging to be read. Buried between bills (real work), invitations (purely play), checks (work rewarded!), and catalogs (bit o’ work, bit o’ play- but mostly unrequested wasted paper) were magazines! It was great to be welcomed home by one of my shots from Diffa‘s Dining By Design on the cover of BizBash. Click on the cover image below & it will take you to issuu where you can flip through the entire magazine. (The actual story starts on page 101) When I arrive home from a long vacation a few years from now, it will be no surprise if all my magazine subscriptions will be read via issuu and the pile of mail will be – non existent.

On my last drive to pick up my sister at JFK, I shot a few photos along the stop & go of the traffic lights on Atlantic Ave. Tonight, I will drive once again along the same route, but this time I will not return until mid June. Gilblog! may take a different turn over the next 5 weeks as we will be exploring the excitement of Barcelona, the charm of Italy, the food of France, and the canals of Amsterdam. What was at one point a two week honeymoon turned into a five week adventure & tonight we depart from JFK.

I met one of my very first clients, Darci Hether, through craigslist a few years ago and we have been working together ever since. A few months ago, we even came across a blogger who compared us to pb&j. Mmmm- I’ll take that (the compliment or the sandwich) anyday.

In Darci’s modern spaces there is life and there is warmth. She makes modern live-able. On our last shoot we were having such an in-depth conversation about blogging that we forgot to turn the water on for the pot shot and had to shoot it again! Ops! …It was worth it- Darci decided to start a blog the day after our shoot! Check it out: http://darcihether.tumblr.com/

Welcome to gilblog! As a kid up through my college years, I kept a daily (sometimes hourly) journal. I have every journal I ever kept stashed in a milk-crate. Somehow that crate has managed to fit in every one of my tiny NYC apartments over the past 7 years. In the years following college, I bought a few journals and very quickly they turned into pages filled with to-do lists, grocery lists, and a massive collection of business cards. I haven’t written in a journal in over 5 years…

Seven months ago while packing up our Manhattan apartment (in preparation for our big move to Brooklyn), the crate somehow ended up at the Salvation Army around the corner along with a few boxes of unwanted clothes and mismatched kitchen utensils… lucky I (quickly!) realized it & was able to run back to the 8th avenue Chelsea branch just in time to (literally!) pull the box off of the departing truck of junk. As I carried the heavy journal-filled crate back to our almost empty apartment, I realized the importance of keeping a journal, and how much I missed it. I may never revert back to long hand journal writing and sketching, but my days are still filled with thinking, doing, and seeing. And so why not share what I think, what I do, and what I see. A public journal. Scary, but hopefully fun.